boat, and even that was a long shot. Going out on the water would
be suicide.
He ran to the dock, where he learned that the last ferry had left
over an hour earlier and that the coast guard had officially suspended
all travel in and out of the marina and airport while the storm
lasted. New England was going to get pummeled with a good oldfashioned
nor?easter that night, and the impassable weather would
probably last into the next day. Lucas relaxed a little when he
heard that. He?d left Helen less than an hour earlier, after the last
&
nbsp; ferry had already departed, so the chances were high that she was
still on island. Hopefully, she was in a hotel, and relatively safe.
He wasted a few more hours wandering in and out of every motel
and bed-and-breakfast near the ferry, asking if two women had
checked in that evening. Unfortunately, although there were a lot
of people stranded on the island and filling up the hotels due to the
storm, there were none that fit Helen?s description. Lucas knew it
was futile. No Scion would be stupid enough to walk into a hotel
with an unconscious girl slung over her shoulder and ask for a
room. Whoever had taken Helen may have broken in someplace, or
even bribed someone at the desk, but either way, Lucas knew they
weren?t going to announce themselves. He was chasing his own
tail, but still, he couldn?t give up. He checked back at home, found
out what Cassandra had seen in her next vision while he?d been
gone, and then ran back into the storm before his father could even
start to argue.
The wind was so strong it was tearing down trees and taking
apart the stoic Nantucket architecture. Even Lucas, as strong as he
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was, had to switch over into his supermassive state to stay